The driver was a little puzzled when the two of them got off the car. He got out of the car and opened the door for them, but he heard the girl next to Jiang say: "Go to the nearest hospital."
The driver was surprised: "What's wrong? Are any of you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Jiang Shenlan's leg hurts. Please take us to the hospital quickly."
The driver can speak Chinese, and he also knows the identity of Jiang Shenlan, a well-known e-sports coach whose team just won the trophy.
Upon hearing this, the driver quickly got into the car and said, "Fasten your seat belts."
Fortunately, this area is relatively prosperous and the hospital is not far away. It only takes ten minutes to drive there.
Nan Qing was wearing a long down jacket that covered her head to toe. Her long hair was a bit messy. She was small but she still tried her best to support Jiang Shenlan.
Jiang Shenlan's legs were swollen and painful, but he tried his best to stand upright. He knew how tall and heavy he was, and it would be uncomfortable to press on her.
The driver went to help, and the two of them sat on the chairs and waited.
The driver came over with several bills: "Let's go, we can go to the doctor."
Jiang Shenlan was sitting on the chair and couldn't get up. He frowned. Why did he feel so serious all of a sudden?
Nan Qing reached out to hold his arm and tried to pull him up, but he didn't move at all. "What's wrong? Why don't you stand up? Can't you stand up?"
As she said this, she also panicked.
Jiang Shenlan raised his hand: "No, I'm heavier. Let the driver help me." As he said this, he also greeted the man beside him.
The driver immediately came over to help Jiang Shenlan knowingly.
The driver supported himself, and Jiang Shenlan put her strength on his arm and tried to stand up, trying not to look so difficult.
Nan Qing's expression was solemn, and her sharp eyes kept staring at him.
Jiang Shenlan was a little embarrassed by the stares, so she could only smile and say: "Let's go, let the doctor see how to deal with it."
The driver helped him walk in front, and Nan Qing followed behind.
"Er Er, what happened to him?"
Er Er: "How could a tragic car accident be resolved so easily? Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to ride in a wheelchair."
Jiang Shenlan was very active in treatment before, but haste makes waste, and it was obvious that there was no cure.
The weather in China is warm and Jiang Shenlan doesn't have to walk often, so these problems don't appear.
A somewhat bald old doctor looked at Jiang Shenlan's legs while Nan Qing listened carefully.
Fortunately, the final result is that the problem is not serious, but it requires applying medicine and not walking for a while, and some physical therapy will be required later.
His legs will never return to what they were before the car accident, but he can walk and trot normally, but he must take good care of them and not be exposed to cold or fatigue.
I bought a wheelchair directly near the hospital, and Jiang Shenlan sat in the wheelchair again.
Jiang Shenlan was wearing a black trench coat with a scarf around his neck. He put his long legs on the pedals and leaned slightly on the back of the wheelchair. He had just taken medicine and there was a faint smell of medicine on his body. Matched with the pure white corridor of the hospital, he looked really good.
A bit pitiful.
But he was still smiling, looking at her with love in his heart.
He still laughs at this time, he can still laugh while sitting in a wheelchair, and he reaches out to hold her hand. Nan Qing is standing far away and he can't pull her. It's not pitiful to look at him like this. I just feel that he is a little crazy.
"萳萳, don't be upset. You heard what the doctor just said. It's nothing serious and I won't be disabled." Jiang Shenlan stepped down with one foot and stood up with force to hold her hand.
Nan Qing was startled by his actions and quickly leaned over, reaching out to hold his shoulders and push him back into the wheelchair: "What are you doing? Are you crazy? The doctor said you can't go to the ground."
Jiang Shenlan held one of her hands with satisfaction, and he squeezed it gently with his delicate and soft fingers. He even shamelessly put his face in front of her belly and raised his head: "I just want to hold your hand."
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Sui Sui: I'm taking leave backstage today (note: the author takes leave once a month), so there's only one short chapter. I'll continue with the rough chapter tomorrow. Good night, everyone.